.. I always have come to terms and accepted the fact that most men dont put down the toilet seat...Most want ya to fetch them a beer since they were wrenching on stuff all day...and most have a pile of stuff protruding from their garages comprised of stuff myself a typical clueless women wouldnt know what to do with.. So all in all, boys will be boys and the stuff they do is just incorporated in their genes, and all that clanking they do in their garage sanctuaries, for me was once just that.. But then there was the Smoke Out Rally..
Believe me when i say, some of u guys are amazing.. Some of u are less to be desired, so dont hide in the shadows of the good doobies, we know your out there too, damn houligans lol...These men designed bikes that stemmed from some tretcherous day of typical chores perhaps stumbling upon the darndest of things which improvised the coolest of imaginative ideas in their head... They found themselves miserably about to mow, fine tune, weed wack, steer, rev-up, tool on, toy with, pull apart, perfectly place back together, tune up, adjust, vacuum lol, master, garden lol, re-vamp, dyno, service the dishwasher or plow something at sometime... I saw everything but my personal hair dryer for exhaust at that show, it absolutely blew my mind.. This chopper fest kicked ass.. The sounds of drag pipes blaring, the smell of exhaust filling the air.. Then there was the sweetest sound of an unfamiliar voice calling my name.... and in the strangest swiftest of tones all i could hear was "motorpsychobich",
lol, followed by the warmest inviting smile that melted me into an inquisitive puddle of 'huh'?.. Next thing ya knew , Motor was getting herself a smooch and a hug from WGDave ;) .. Exhaust pipes had no heat on me ... Absolutely AWESOME time!!!.. so for this girl, North Carolina will never be the same.. The ride, the twisty turnys, the smooth pavement as we pounded the road, the 5000 times we missed a deer, the driving rain that couldnt stop us, the first cold beer we cracked, to the second we relaxed in our room after 12 hrs of riding.... an experience best described as absof*ckinlutely priceless...! ...now what did i miss, where did he go, whos doing who, whos your daddy?... ;)

.. I always have come to terms and accepted the fact that most men dont put down the toilet seat...Most want ya to fetch them a beer since they were wrenching on stuff all day...and most have a pile of stuff protruding from their garages comprised of stuff myself a typical clueless women wouldnt know what to do with.. So all in all, boys will be boys and the stuff they do is just incorporated in their genes, and all that clanking they do in their garage sanctuaries, for me was once just that.. But then there was the Smoke Out Rally.. Believe me when i say, some of u guys are amazing.. Some of u are less to be desired, so dont hide in the shadows of the good doobies, we know your out there too, damn houligans lol...These men designed bikes that stemmed from some tretcherous day of typical chores perhaps stumbling upon the darndest of things which improvised the coolest of imaginative ideas in their head... They found themselves miserably about to mow, fine tune, weed wack, steer, rev-up, tool on, toy with, pull apart, perfectly place back together, tune up, adjust, vacuum lol, master, garden lol, re-vamp, dyno, service the dishwasher or plow something at sometime... I saw everything but my personal hair dryer for exhaust at that show, it absolutely blew my mind.. This chopper fest kicked ass.. The sounds of drag pipes blaring, the smell of exhaust filling the air.. Then there was the sweetest sound of an unfamiliar voice calling my name.... and in the strangest swiftest of tones all i could hear was "motorpsychobich", lol, followed by the warmest inviting smile that melted me into an inquisitive puddle of 'huh'?.. Next thing ya knew , Motor was getting herself a smooch and a hug from WGDave ;) .. Exhaust pipes had no heat on me ... Absolutely AWESOME time!!!.. so for this girl, North Carolina will never be the same.. The ride, the twisty turnys, the smooth pavement as we pounded the road, the 5000 times we missed a deer, the driving rain that couldnt stop us, the first cold beer we cracked, to the second we relaxed in our room after 12 hrs of riding.... an experience best described as absof*ckinlutely priceless...! ...now what did i miss, where did he go, whos doing who, whos your daddy?... ;)

Quoting: Originally posted by maneater
Looks like you had a great time...love the bikes!!! Those mountains are awesome...you didn't by any chance take the Cades Cove tour at sunset..in the rain did you?? LOL

ruh roh, did u get wet too lol...

Quoting: Originally posted by maneater Looks like you had a great time...love the bikes!!! Those mountains are awesome...you didn't by any chance take the Cades Cove tour at sunset..in the rain did you?? LOL

allright, here's a man story. He's driving my truck, with his right hand he picks out a booger and rolls it between that finger and his thumb. The booger drops on the floor of my truck, I freak(I hate boogers)I tell him to immediately pull over and find the booger and remove it. He acts as if I am overreacting. Am I wrong?

allright, here's a man story. He's driving my truck, with his right hand he picks out a booger and rolls it between that finger and his thumb. The booger drops on the floor of my truck, I freak(I hate boogers)I tell him to immediately pull over and find the booger and remove it. He acts as if I am overreacting. Am I wrong?